America 1919

"Luther? Of course not!" Luciano laughed, "Do you remember your once good brother Randall Heyman?"

Hubert Lewis was startled; in an instant, the figure of Randall Heyman appeared in his mind.

"Haha, who would have thought it was this loser? He damn well died a worthless death!"

Bang!

The gun fired, and Hubert Lewis fell into a pool of blood.

After dealing with Hubert Lewis, Luciano's men asked him, pointing to the row of crouching factory workers, "What about these people?"

Luciano looked at them and calmly asked, "With Hubert Lewis dead and his men not coming back, we'll be taking over Hubert Lewis's Newark market. Now, would you folks like to have a new boss, or would you prefer to join Hubert Lewis down below?"

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Kritch, John, and others were cleaning up the battlefield.

"Kritch, we were lucky you suggested bringing more guys this time. Hubert has gone crazy, sending over twenty men!"

John said, with a feeling of having narrowly escaped disaster, as he looked at Pang Hawthorn and the others digging holes.

Kritch smiled, "That just shows Hubert knew our strength. Sending too few men would have been no match for us!"

This time, they had planned with anticipation against an unprepared enemy, and coupled with their overwhelming firepower, as soon as Hubert Lewis's men showed up, they didn't stand a chance.

The moment four Browning Machine Guns revealed themselves, they mowed down Hubert Lewis's men with a barrage of fire, and together with Pang Hawthorn and the others' precision shots, Hubert Lewis's men were wiped out in an instant.

"Where's Jose?"

John looked around, not seeing Jose, and curiously asked.

Kritch laughed and said, "Over there, throwing up his guts!"

John then noticed Jose clutching a tree, violently vomiting.

Jose obviously had never seen such a gruesome scene before.

John chuckled, "He'll get used to it after a while!"

Kritch responded, "I'd rather he didn't get used to scenes like this. If he does, it means we'll be facing lots of problems, which can get very messy!"

John patted Kritch's shoulder, laughing, "You lad, you're becoming more and more like a real pro!"

Kritch replied, "Spending a long time beside the boss, and thinking a bit more usually does the trick!"

"So you're saying I don't think?" John gave Kritch a stern look.

Kritch immediately shook his head, "I never said that!"

To divert John's attention, Kritch loudly called out, "Everybody, let's pick up the pace, bury these guys and load the weapons onto our truck, then we can head back to Atlantic City!"

The group redoubled their efforts upon hearing Kritch's shout.

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"You know, if you two keep this up, I might as well leave!"

Donnie sat on the couch in his own place, helplessly watching Helen and Alice who were leisurely chatting.

Ever since that night, it was as if they had a pact, coming over to Donnie's place every evening for a couple of drinks. They said it was only for a couple of drinks, but each time both got so drunk they staggered into separate rooms in Donnie's place to sleep it off.

And Donnie was left sleeping on the couch!

"Donnie, you've got it all wrong. Any other guy would be over the moon to have two beautiful ladies join him for drinks and a chat every evening. Yet here you are, looking fed up?"

Alice leaned on the couch, holding a wine glass, looking smugly at Donnie.

"Humph, the reason others are happy is that they're looking forward to what happens after the drinks, not just the drinking part itself. I hope you understand what I mean!"

Donnie said discontentedly.

"Do all you men only think about stuff between men and women? Can't we have a platonic relationship?"

Alice asked.

"Bullshit platonic relationship, the only pure relationship between a man and woman is when one of them is hideously ugly!" Donnie retorted.

"Fine then, if you're looking forward to what happens after the drinks, why don't you accept my advances? Afterwards, I can make any place in this room..."

"Alice!" Helen immediately interrupted as Alice's words grew more provocative.

"Helen~" Alice looked at Helen coyly, saying, "Didn't you say you didn't like Donnie? Then why do you come here with me every night? Go on back now, why don't you?"

"Shut your mouth!" Before Helen could answer, Donnie, pointing at Alice's thigh, interjected.

Currently, Alice, like Helen, was wearing a sheer nightdress. Although the inside was not visible, their movements gave teasing glimpses of what lay beneath.

Alice quickly grabbed the hem of her dress and glared at Donnie.

Helen laughed and said, "I just don't want my friend to deal with unnecessary trouble because of some women!"

Alice turned her attention back to Helen, "Hypocrite!"

Ding-ling-ling!

At that moment, the telephone at Donnie's place rang.

Donnie didn't bother with Helen and Alice's bickering and answered the call; it was Luciano.

"Newark's situation is settled. As for your end, I have no idea!" Luciano stated bluntly.

Donnie wasn't bothered by Luciano's tone. As long as the situation in Newark was resolved, future trades between Donnie and the states in the Northeastern United States would face no problems.